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Maybe it was the adrenaline, but I was super alert. Marcelo wasn’t really talking to me right now, but it could be because he was focused in case we were being followed. Daniel and Marcelo had carried Carlos into the car so that we could leave the ambulance behind. They realized, kind of late if I may add, that the ambulance can be quite an attention grabber. But hey, I wasn’t an expert at this.
We had driven the same road over five times just in case when Marcelo’s phone rang right as he was pulling it out of his pocket.
“Dimmi,” (Italian for “Tell me,”) he answered. “Okay, thank you.”
“What happened?” Carlos asked him, his head lying on my lap, but he was tense.
He was also upset with me because I had risked us by going to visit him. Like we literally didn’t save him fro
